'If you think that stupid bit of silver will protect you, think again,' she snapped. 'Your three sentences were all that saved you last night. Now I hunger.'
'Silver,' said Cappen didactically, 'is a certain shield against all black magics. So the wizard told me, and he was such a nice white-bearded old man I am sure even his attendant devils never lied. Now please depart, mother, for modesty forbids me to dress before your eyes.'
The hideous face thrust close to his. He smiled dreamily and tweaked her nose—hard.
She howled and flung the torch at him. Cappen caught it and stuffed it into her mouth. She choked and ran from the room.
'A new sport—trollbaiting,' said the bard gaily into the sudden darkness. 'Come, shall we not venture out?'
The girl trembled too much to move. He comforted her, absentmindedly, and dressed in the dark, swearing at the clumsy leggings. When he left, Hildigund put on her clothes and hurried after him.
The troll-wife squatted by the fire and glared at them as they went by. Cappen hefted his sword and looked at her. 'I do not love you,' he said mildly, and hewed out.
She backed away, shrieking as he slashed at her. In the end, she crouched at the mouth of a tunnel, raging futilely. Cappen pricked her with his blade.
'It is not worth my time to follow you down underground,' he said, 'but if ever you trouble men again, I will hear of it and come and feed you to my dogs. A piece at a time—a very small piece—do you understand?'
She snarled at him.
'An
Something broke in her. 'Yes,' she whimpered. He let her go, and she scuttled from him like a rat.
He remembered the firewood and took an armful; on the way, he thoughtfully picked up a few jeweled rings which he didn't think she would be needing and stuck them in his pouch. Then he led the girl outside.
The wind had laid itself, a clear frosty morning glittered on the sea and the longship was a distant sliver against white-capped blueness. The minstrel groaned. 'What a distance to row! Oh, well—'
They were at sea before Hildigund spoke. Awe was in the eyes that watched him. 'No man could be so brave,' she murmured. 'Are ye a god?'
'Not quite,' said Cappen. 'No, most beautiful one, modesty grips my tongue. 'Twas but that I had the silver and was therefore proof against her sorcery.'
'But the silver was no help!' she cried.
Cappen's oar caught a crab. 'What?' he yelled.
'No—no—why, she told ye so her own self—'
'I thought she lied. I
'But she used no magic! Trolls have but their own strength!'
Cappen sagged in his seat. For a moment he thought he was going to faint. Then only his lack of fear had armored him; and if he had known the truth, that would not have lasted a minute.
He laughed shakily. Another score for his doubts about the overall value of truth!
The longship's oars bit water and approached him. Indignant voices asking why he had been so long on his errand faded when his passenger was seen. And Svearek the king wept as he took his daughter back into his arms.
The hard brown face was still blurred with tears when he looked at the minstrel, but the return of his old self was there too. 'What ye have done, Cappen Varra of Croy, is what no other man in the world could have done.'
'Aye—aye—' The rough northern voices held adoration as the warriors crowded around the slim red-haired figure.
'Ye shall have her whom ye saved to wife,' said Svearek, 'and when I die ye shall rule all Norren.'
Cappen swayed and clutched the rail.
Three nights later he slipped away from their shore camp and turned his face southward.
